Directory of Lost Causes (By Quentin S. Crisp)

Let the Dead Bury the Dead

I'm tired of forcing myself to take an interest in trivia. I don't want this to be a negative post. I don't feel in a 'flowing' mood, and no doubt there will be no elegant flow to what I have to say.

Look, it's over.

Forget your mortgage, forget your pension, forget saving up for your next car, forget living to see your grandchildren grow up, forget the dating game, forget plastic surgery, forget who's marrying who in Hollywood, forget it all...

Human civilisation is over.

I don't know if we deserve it or not, but we cannot deny, anyway, that we have been stupid enough to make it happen.

How stupid are we?

In the same few days we have the strongest rains ever recorded in Indian history, and no one on the news asks whether there's a connection to climate change. We have a freak hurricane in Birmingham, and no one asks whether it's to do with climate change.

Instead the television invites us to watch a group of tedious morons trying to grab the limelight in order to appease the eternal aching of their insipid little egos. We are promised a delightful modern fairy tale starring Hilary Duff. And when these emetic celebrities pass from our screens they are replaced by respectable leaders of men inviting us to support them in an endless war upon people we have never met. And between their speeches we are sold washing machines and cars and chocolate and toilet fresheners and all these other things that we need so much that its worth destroying the entire planet for.

By rights we should be ripping the heads off these various celebrities, politicians and advertising executives and puking down their execrable necks.



I suppose, instead, we shall be gathered around our televisions watching the tidal wave on the screens as it crashes through our windows. How's that for reality TV?

I've just got one thing to say - get out of the insurance business NOW. You're onto a loser.